Lord God Xiaoyao

Yang Qifeng said this frankly, his expression has not changed a little, which is right in his opinion.

When he reaches his level, even if it is pointed out by thousands of people and rejected by thousands of people, he will not change his face. Those who can change his color can only deliberately do it or exceed the scope of his common sense.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and the purple color began to spread and rise, and he solemnly preached, "The Qingyun disciple retreat!"

"Retreat!" Daoxuan watched everyone hesitate, and he immediately spoke.

After hearing Daoxuan's words, everyone hesitated to disappear without a trace, and began to retreat one after another. Yang Qifeng had no such prestige at all. Like a big battle in a TV drama, the person who finally gave the order to retreat was only one of the disciples.

Then many elders and the first seat were obedient, it was just a TV show.

"Why are you surrendering?" Changshengtang Yuyangzi was full of smiles, as he watched Qingyun's declining laughter raging.

This is not the first time that the Holy Religion has attacked Qingyun. The last time was a hundred years ago. The four schools of the Holy Religion, the Ghost King Sect, the Changshengtang, the Wandu Sect, and the Hehuan Sect, were defeated in this Qingyun. The poisonous **** of the Wandumen was surrendered.

That was the shame of the sacred religion. Now the four factions are attacking Qingyun again. Under the auspices of Yuyangzi of his longevity hall, Qingyun is about to be destroyed, and he will retaliate with shame.

With this, he Yuyangzi can destroy the power of the blue clouds, take advantage of the trend to subdue the ghost kingzong, Wandumen, and the Acacia faction, accomplishing the great cause that the black-hearted veteran could accomplish 800 years ago.

No, his Yuyangzi destroys Qingyun, this is something that the black-hearted old man has never done.

He led the sacred religion, destroyed the right way, ruled the world, and completed a great cause that has not been seen since the creation of the world, and is the first person in the ages.

"There are too many people in the world who don't know how to live or die," Yang Qifeng shook his head slightly, the purple light flickered, and a purple star in his hand was suspended in his palm.

This is not the real body of Ziweixing, but rather a projection.

He flipped his hand and threw it, and the stars were flaring in the wind, and in a blink of an eye there was already a promise, and it was still growing, and boundless mighty power was contained in it.

Without fancy, the stars smashed over.

Auras swarmed together, the light began to fade, other colors had lost their brilliance, and only purple was in the world.

"The native chickens and dogs, how can the courage come to break my Qingyun!" Yang Qifeng stood with his hands, and he watched the purple burst out in the sky, and the power of terror erupted at this moment.

It began to sweep across the four directions with a bang. All the people blocking the Demon Cult in front of them were like water droplets dripping into the sea under the stars, without splashing a wave at all.

"Retreat!" The poisonous **** is old and cunning. The moment he saw the stars appear, he had a bad feeling in his heart. He had already retreated to the side of the Yuqing Hall. He looked at the many demon masters.

Under the crush of the stars, they are as fragile as a lamb to be slaughtered. There is no way to hide, and there is no way to avoid them. This energy firmly locks them.

To break free of this energy, three hundred years of pure skill is indispensable.

"Can't retreat, if we retreat, few disciples under the school can survive," Yuyangzi's eyes are cracked, and he has the most masters of the Changshengtang in the Yuqing Palace. This time he presided over the attack on Qingyun, and the Changshengtang has always been the main force.

If he retires at this moment, his Changshengtang must have suffered heavy losses. How could this situation be allowed.

"Brother Dao is right, I can't retreat at this moment," Fairy San Miao had cold eyes, her jade hand waved the soft white silk, making it hard to see.

Along with her dance, it was like weaving an invisible net, which began to intercept in front of the stars. The sturdy and overbearing power of the stars was constantly weakened by this weak and invisible net.

"Never mind," the poison **** watched the star's power diminish, and his heart stopped retreating. He turned around and held a half-foot long, clear and light knife in his hand, and slashed it at the star.

The knife was bright and bright, constantly wafting sharp lights, and the stars that were advancing suddenly were cut by a tenth by him.

The four masters of the demon sect, Poison God, Sanmiao Fairy, Yuyangzi, and Ghost King all used their methods, and the stars were constantly weakened, and finally turned into light spots and disappeared.

Yang Qifeng stared at the four heads of the Demon Cult in front of him. Although they blocked the attack, their faces were paler, and it was obviously expensive.

He looked at Cangsong again, and said in a sarcasm: "Uncle Cangsong, you are really old and confused, relying on this kind of goods to destroy Qingyun, I am afraid that it will be fourteen years ago before I was born."

"Now that Qingyun has me, who can destroy it?"

"You are not too clear," Cang Song's hoarse voice sounded, his eyes were full of unwillingness when he looked at Yang Qifeng, and he preached in a certain tone:

"Although my Qingyun Taiji Xuanqing Dao's Taiqing realm is strong, Daoxuan's strength must be higher than that of the poison gods."

"The strength of the four masters of the demon sect is only one line behind, there will be no essential gap, you have already broken through the clear realm, you deserve to be Ziwei Linfan,"

When Cangsong said here, he laughed instead. The laughter was full of bitterness, but there was still raging. He looked at Daoxuan and preached: "So genius, Daoxuan, you can't hold it down,"

"It's impossible to succeed in destroying Qingyun today, but you have to suffer the consequences, and you won't get better if I die,"

"Uncle Cangsong is still inciting discord at this time," Yang Qifeng waved his big sleeve, Cang Song was instantly imprisoned, and his body fell heavily in front of Qi Hao.

"Take care of your master,"

Yang Qifeng looked around Qingyun and the group of people, their faces were full of shock, especially Daoxuan seemed to be calm, but his fingers were tightly gripped, his nails have penetrated into the flesh, indicating that his heart is extremely uneasy~www. wuxiaspot.com~Fourteen years ago, there was a vision of heaven and earth, purple qi was in the sky, and the star of Ziwei Emperor was shining brightly. My Holy Religion did many investigations and found that Ziwei is here."

"I don't want to be the climate in just fourteen years. I count your Qingyun's fate today, and I will be separated from you in the next day," Yu Yangzi let out a cruel remark, and he gestured toward the poisonous god.

The Poison God had already prepared, he had already opened the housekeeping treasure Wan Poison Returning Bag. This is the most precious treasure of the Wan Poison Gate. It has always been a treasure comparable to the Fulong Ding of the Ghost King Sect and the Hehuan Bell of the Hehuan School.

Yuyangzi's cruel words fell, and a burst of green poisonous smoke had already risen, quickly spreading in the Yuqing Palace.

Yang Qifeng sneered, this was about to run away, but he didn't stop it.

Yang Qifeng waved his arm, and when his sleeves were rolled, a gust of wind blew out, and the poisonous smoke was blown away, and the demon thief in front of him disappeared without a trace after the poisonous smoke dissipated.

"Invite the eminent monks from Tianyin Temple, the murderous case of the year should have come to light. I Qingyun can't suffer this injustice."